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baby-dr1ver · 1 year ago

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kinktober

sleepy/morning sex

charles x reader, carlos x reader

warnings: female!reqder, breeding kink, all around smut

CS55:

Carlos is tired, a triple header is grueling. Especially when he hasn’t seen you in a month.

He brings his suitcase into your room quietly, trying not to wake you in the late hours of the night. You looked so peaceful cuddled up to his pillow, hair thrown everywhere, blanket half off and-oh. N-no bottoms on, since when did you sleep naked?

He stalked over to the bed, stripping down to his boxers on the way. He could feel his body wanting to shut down and sleep, but his brain wanted to wake you up and fuck you softly. The latter won and he shook you gently.

“Bebita? Wake up, I’m home.” He whispered in your ear. You shuffled around for a minute but settled back in for sleep. Carlos decided to take an alternative route. He pushed you so you laid on your back and widened your legs so he could fit. He crawled in between your legs and laid so his torso touched yours and he could lay his head against your chest. The feeling of his hair made you start to wake up, your unconscious hand reached out and pushed his head away. “Los?” You asked with your eyes closed and fingers tangled in his hair. He lit up at the sight of you waking up. “Hi baby, missed you.” He let his hand wander past your tummy, over your bare mound, and felt how wet you were.

“Fuck..whats got you so wet hm?” You whined and tugged on his hair. “Been so long, jus wanted to mmm.” Your eyes fluttered closed as Carlos started to rub your swollen clit. The feeling of your hips slowly pushing against his hand, had him lazily rubbing his cock along the mattress.

“Amor need to….need to be inside please” You let out a shuddering breathe and nodded. “I’m all yours baby.” The next thing you knew, Carlos had his boxers down his legs and entered you in one swift motion. You held onto the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It was sweet and gentle just like the pace he had set. Everything was moving in slow motion, you limbs were heavy and you could tell you both were close to finishing.

He kept lazily thrusting in and out of you when he brought your hand down to play with your clit. “C’mon amor, make yourself cum.” You moaned his name as you started to circle your button, trying ti keep in time with the movement of his hips.

It all felt like to much, Carlos moans in your ear, the weight of his body against you, how warm he was inside you. What pushed you over the edge was the way Carlos had pulled your leg over his hip, causing him to drive into you deeper.

“Los! F-fuck!” You moaned and raked your nails up his back as you came. The stinging of your nails against his skin caused him to follow right after.

After he cleaned you up, he tucked you back into bed and drifted off with you.

CL16:

Waking up next to the love of your life was a dream. Watching the sun illuminate there precious features you loved so much, the way the sheets looked against their skin, how comfortable they were in your presence. It was indescribable.

That’s how Charles felt looking at you next to him. The glow of your sin, how soft you felt, your sharp nose and cheek bones. He knew the second you opened your eyes, they would sparkle against the sunlight. If this si what his future looked like, he was very much okay with that.

He knew you were waking up by the way your breath changed, and your eyelids fluttered open. “Ma puce, good morning.” You smiled and reached for his hand, bringing it up to your face to nuzzle against.

“Always a good morning when I see you.” Charles blushes and slightly pinched your cheek. He watched as you kiss across his palm and up his fingers, seeing the mischief behind your eyes. “Baby….”

“Happy Anniversary bubs.” Ah, so thats why. It had slipped Charles mind this morning about the special day. Your anniversary was sacred to the both of you. No matter where you guys were, on two different continents, racing, whatever, you never failed to celebrate. “Happy Anniversary amor, can’t believe we’ve been married for two years.” He really couldn’t believe it. 2 years with the person he trusted most, the person he wanted to grow old with, have kids and grandkids with. A conversation they had yet to have might I add. One that would get Charles hard as a rock. He’d always dreamed of being a dad, of having a kid to run home to, or to see at a race covered in ferrari gear. But, it was your body and he would always respect your decision.

“Can’t believe you’ve put up with my stubborn ass for so long. Hopefully our kids won’t inherit that.” Was she reading his mind? Charles looked down at the woman with an unreadable expression. “Cha? I’m-I’m sorry should I have not said that?”

He shook his head and cupped your cheeks. “No! No no mon poussin, I just..we’ve never had this talk before.”

She sighed, “It’s been your dream to be a dad since..well forever and I want to make that come true.” Charles heart just about melted at that statement. “I don’t want you to do it just because I’ve always wanted to have kids. I want it to be your dream too.”

She leaned into my hands and looked into my eyes. “It always has been, I just wanted us to be ready to start a family. Your at a good place with your career and we feel stable so..maybe it’s time?” She scoots closer so her body is pressed to his and he’s sure she can feel how hard he’s become. “Yeah? You think so?” Charles asked coily as he ran his hands down her body to grip her hips.

“Yeah I do. So, you gonna fuck a baby in me Cha?” Oh.Fuck.

He moves forward and kisses you like your gonna disappear. His mouth devoured yours and demanded your lips part so he could slip is tongue in. “Fuck amor, can’t wait to cum in you, see you grow with life.” He said as he started pulling at your clothes. Not that there was much to pull off. You always slept in panties and his shirt, while he just slept in boxers. Once he has your shirt off, Charles immediately goes for your breast while his free hand sneaks down to your pussy. He starts a minor prep before he fucks you. Charles wasn’t the longest but he made up for it in girth. You couldn’t fit your hold hand around him when getting him off and needed a little extra help before he was in you.

“Cha..need your fingers, need them to stretch me out.” You moaned as he cupped your mound in one hand. He watched your face as he entered two fingers swiftly, and didn’t let up. Laying on your side, you only really had access to his neck which was his mistake. You bit and licked at his neck to distract you from cumming. You knew it was his weakness, his neck was sensitive and it was your way of slowing him down.

“No bebe, don’t do this. Theres no slowing me down right now.” He pulled his fingers out of you and drug your leg over his hip. This opened you up a little more, allowing him to slot inbetween your legs. You could feel his cock drag in between your legs, the tip brushing through your folds and letting your essence drip onto him. Charles has never been in you bare. You two were always safe, especially since you weren’t on any sort of birth control, it was risky to even think about.

But now that the outcome of this would be something you both wanted, he didn’t hold back. With a nod of your head, he sets off. The wind was knocked out of you with every thrust he made. You weren’t expecting him to take such a fast approach.

“My god puce, fuck this is heavenly.” he stopped for a second to feel just how tight and warm you actually were. No layer separating your skin, just your gummy walls surrounding him and sending him to an early grave.

Charles let out a string of french curses, a sign he was already close. “Cha, amor, put a baby in me. God I wanna be so full fo you, watch you drip out of me please baby I need it.” You took his hand and pressed it into the bulge in your tummy. “I know bebe, almost there.” he said almost out of breath. He pressed down harder on your stomach, making you feel every small ridge on his cock, and making him hit your g spot. “Can’t wait to watch your belly grow, my baby, our baby. Gonna look so pretty with your tits swollen and barely be able to put on your shoes-fuck.” Charles hisp started to stutter, and your moans got louder. He pushed his face into your neck to keep himself together, he smelled you. All of you. Your perfume, your body wash, your pussy. He couldn’t wait for your smell to change, he couldn’t wait for you to change.

You let out a few more ‘uh uh’s’ before your body tremble as you came. You tugged on his hair so he could look at you. “C’mon amor, cum for me-cum in me, please.” With her words and the way she tugged on his hair, he shot his cum inside her with a shout. It was surreal. Charles could feel their cum mixing together, as he kept it all inside her, determining to make it stick.

“You know, it might not take the first time.” She was panting as she looked down at the damage. There she goes reading his mind again.

‘Yeah but, you can’t be to careful right?”

A/N: hey everyone! I know some people wanted Lando in this but, I’m gonna combine the sleepy sex with shower sex! So it’ll happen i swear. Mwah, love you all <3

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laelelinae · 7 months ago

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please do twin dad!kuroo hcs

Have a good day/night

Twin dad Kuroo HC!

Not proof read!

HUHUHU I LOVE THIS!! GONNA MAKE A LITTLE BONUS!

Working on the rest of your requests soon💞💞

when he first found out your pregnant (you surprised him) he literally flew out from the sofa like IT WAS SO FUNNY

Literally started celebrating and jumping around hugging you,spinning you around 😭

LMFAO PROBABLY TOLD KENMA AND KENMA WAS LIKE “oh so you did the taco and burrito” (ykyk. 😣)

He surely went to pregnancy checkups,did your cravings together,always service you and just comforts you when your sick🫶🏻

But the thing is..he noticed your belly was WAYY bigger then how normal pregnancy bellies

Soo..when one of the checkups..

“Congrats ma’am ,you have twins”

His jaw DROPPED to the GROUND!!

He was literally jumping around like a literal rabbit ,telling everyone.

After knowing is twins instead of one child ,probably went more intense caring about you.

Soo..during the gender reveal party..well iconic,it was a cake

Kenma was holding his laugh in for some reason (docs told Kenma about the gender)

Honestly kuroo didn’t mind any gender in general ,is his and yours kid. He would just love them to death.

And..when you cut the cake..it was pinks AND blue?!

Boy,Kenma laughed like a monkey💀and he said

“Is a boy and a girl”

KUROO FUCKING FLEW OUT OF HAPPINESS ONG.

..okay after months of literal hell,you gave birth and Kuroo was holding his shit in to not cry.

. . . .

After a few years,your kids are 5 years old now!

And the boy surely was more attached to you yet he loves his dad,and the girl surely was attached to Kuroo more

Kuroo has tea parties and dresses up as a princess with your daughter AWWW!😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

He probably plays volleyball with your son,sometimes your daughter if she’s willing to.

Doesn’t have favorite,loves both equally a LOT.

Spoils the kids so much you lecture Kuroo about it

They have their own room with their favorite color (kuroo took HOURS to decorate them and make them good)

Brings the two to get ice cream often😭

Probably brings them to parks and his friends volleyball matches

His friends loves them :) (not the Drake way)

ESPECIALLY HINATA AND KENMA(SURPRISINGLY?!)

Made your kids called Kenma their uncle!! (Lowkey Kenma felt proud)

Honestly didn’t want to watch the kids grow up,he loved them running around the house.

OH YEAH!! The girls first word was papa and the boy was “mama” LMFAO

Always gives the best surprise to your kids,your kids loves your dad and Kuroo loves them too <333

BUTT when they were teenagers !! (13)

The type to say “no girlfriends or boyfriends till your 30”

“Dad,what the hell” THATS ALL HE GOT IN RESPOND

The type to also say “back in my days!!😔”

Whenever your not home,probably eats the most unhealthiest shit ever with them

Probably owns a “best dad ever shirt” AND A FUCKING MUG

The type to make dad jokes 👎

Probably tells his son about his teenage years in secret since his daughter probably does not gaf

Your son is probably more calm and mature but has a silly side and your daughter has a more bold and silly girl in general yk?

Leaves the daughter to you once she hits puberty yk? Girls girls <3

Probably practice volleyball with the two often!

Whenever Kuroo brought some stuff home from groceries and your kids try them and say like “oh ! This js pretty good dad!”

Next day,he buys PACKS of them 💀

When you guys were just all in the living room together he randomly mentioned how hard it was to ask you out on the date

And your daughter went like “of course dad,your a literal loser and mom is a literal goddess”

Your son calmly agreed 💀

He was SO OFFENDED!!

He would still pick them up even when they are in middle school,he sometimes would drive them to school!

Probably might not be the most emotional support father but he tries his best! <3

Literally would beat up that person if they ever make fun of your kid 💀

Goes on morning runs with your son whenever he can

Your kid still love their “uncle” kenma LMFAO

And your so glad kuroo gets along really well with your kids <3

Oh god you just love them 😭

#kuroo fluff #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x you #hq kuroo #kuroo headcanons #timeskip haikyuu #timeskip au #kozume kenma #best dad #help lmfao #sillyposting #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons

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mickyschumacher · 1 year ago

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NGL I LOVE UR WORK... ive been hopping thru ur m.list since the last hour.... its currently 1 am and i have an essay to finish before 8 am(im sure my prof will give me more time ik dey love me) anywasy i was wondering if u could do an enemies to lovers with Lewis((like really hated eachother)the reader could be a driver its oky don mind what she does) and then they were arguing abt sumting lewis says something thats completely out of the line and she starts crying in front him then he just kinda leaves her be, a few days later he would go on then apologize to her abt wat he said and then more fluff. (just ignore this if ur not into it or not takin a request at the moment. but im actually just hapi i kind of got the courage to ask u for a request also ur stories are soooo good i admire and envy u at the same time.)

[RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as lewis's former teammate, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. but a bad move from lewis puts him completely out of line.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: enemies to lovers trope!, poor humour, some fluff, in depth moment of an alternated 2021 wdc (apologies in advance), therefore ANGST, bad race jargon, horner and masi discussed :(, mention of intermittent explosive disorder, misogyny, allusion to racism (not from the reader ofc!), shitting on the fia for a bit, lewis kinda being a dick for probably an unfair reason lol, a proclamation of feelings from sir lewis himself

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lewis hamilton x red bull!driver!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: you're too sweet to me! 🤧 i couldn't tell if you wanted this to be romantic but i went that way in the end! hope this was good! ♡︎ very very loosely based of swift's 'right where you left me'. but if you argued it wasn't, i would be inclined to agree. proof-read...ish?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

No one ever truly understood your move to Red Bull. It was in 2019, far from when Max was practically living on pole, so Red Bull wasn't exactly a threat to Mercedes, your previous team. Toto had even put a three-year extension on the table several months before your contract came close to expiring.

Yet you had chosen to sign with the devil.

When the commentators, journalists, and fans took a closer look at your decision, the only thing they could all collectively agree on was that you had moved to Red Bull because of Lewis Hamilton. Because you both couldn't keep your differences aside and Lewis had finally struck your last nerve.

While you weren't quite sure about the last part, the first was true. You had Lewis had never ever exactly met eye-to-eye. Every F1 driver had a specific style of driving. You liked to call Lewis' the 'calm before the storm'. He raced with a composure and maturity that most drivers did not hold. He was particularly calculative and the everyone loved him.

You, on the other hand, had given yourself a new nickname along side 'Flash 13' because you did everything in a flash: you overtook ruthlessly and calculated, you pushed the car till it was undrivable, and you were decisive to the very nanosecond. But you had also garnered yourself the name 'IED', after the behavioural disorder.

In part this nickname was due to the misogyny you faced as the only current female driver in F1 but also due to the sheer anger that bursted out of you whenever you encountered Lewis.

The amount of warnings Toto had given the both of you was simply endless. He had even resorted to putting you two with the team therapist.

The source of your hatred for each other was as clear as day. You hated Lewis' arrogance because somehow it was even worse than Rosberg, Alonso, Räikkönen, and Verstappen. And Lewis hated you for your 'perspective'. You didn't know what he initially meant by that but you regretted asking him. He said you needed to be stronger to be in F1 and that you were far too soft-hearted. Right after you had gotten your first ever pole.

It was ridiculous, to say the least.

No F1 driver was soft-hearted. You were all, simply put, a bunch of dicks. Not literally, of course. Naturally, following that comment, Lewis had pissed you off. He hadn't even had a second to know you before even making that judgement. It was ironic as well, considering your nickname that labelled your anger.

After watching Lewis win several championship titles with you following multiple places behind and seeing you only get angrier with each other, you had decided to call it quits for Mercedes. If people were going to take your annoyance and frustrations with amusement, you were going to head to the angriest team of all and leave your former team fuming.

Two years later, in 2021, you had finally gotten the perfect opportunity.

You hadn't really a clue how exactly Red Bull had made the 2021 car so well that you were matching the speed of Mercedes' car but you didn't care. You were matching Lewis. And Christian Horner was a happy man. A sexist prick but a happy man nonetheless.

Pole was either Lewis' or yours. Either he was a Grand Prix winner or you were. It was a game of cat and mouse, always in a constant pursuit of each other. The same went from your team leaders, Toto and Christian, who practically had the race director, Masi, on speed dial.

And by Abu Dhabi, you were equally tied, locked at 369.5 points. It hadn't been easy after getting penalised for multiple incidents against Lewis, but you were here. Lewis was trying to get his eighth championship and you your first.

You weren't sure how this was going to end. Heck, no one could've predicted what happened that day. But all you knew was that you were not going down without a fight.

You secured pole in Abu Dhabi which had put the entirety of Mercedes and F1 on edge. After a discussion with your engineer and several strategists, you had opted for soft tyres to further your advantage over Lewis.

Despite all of that, it was Lewis who had led the first corner after those red lights had gone out. It was only by turn six did you even get a lead. But it was a moment too short as your former teammate regained his top position by going off into the damn run-off area of the track.

You didn't need to scream in annoyance. You couldn't hear Horner, but deep down you knew he had already called up Masi, demanding an investigation. Your engineer reported to you that the stewards had dismissed it. The gap between you and Lewis was getting bigger, the race was coming to and end, and you knew you needed a miracle towards the end of the race if you wanted to win.

And that miracle was called Nicholas Latifi. The poor guy had crashed into Mick and the safety car was out on the tracks. Thankfully, they were both okay, but the timing of it was simply impeccable.

You had pitted to get new soft tyres and Mercedes was on the fence about heading to the pit lane in fear of the race restarting. So Lewis didn't pit. Miracle 2.

You re-joined the track with five lapped cars in between you and Lewis. And soon enough, Race Control had given the dooming message: lapped cars were not allowed to overtake.

The taste in your mouth was bitter. You had cussed out Horner, asking why you were even seeing these lapped cars in front of you.

Then came Race Control again: only the five cars in between you and Lewis were allowed to overtake. Miracle 3.

But of course, F1 had a flair for the dramatics. Because you were fucking restarting. Putting you and Lewis on a tight show-down for the final lap.

The bad news? Lewis hadn't pitted yet.

The good news? You could overtake Lewis. Miracle 4.

And the headline? You won.

You fucking won.

You were F1's first female champion in history.

You made history... or, well, herstory?

Yes it was controversial. Yes it was dramatic. Yes, questionable decisions had been made.

But you won.

By the time you had gotten out of your car and finished with screaming and crying in pure happiness, you had finally caught a glimpse of Lewis.

A small part of you felt bad. You knew for a fact, that these decisions weren't 'human error' as the FIA would go on to claim the following year in Bahrain.

It was entertainment. It was business. It was money.

You had both worked so hard this year. But the fight between an F1 driver breaking the record for the most championship titles and the first possible female champion in F1 was too good to resist.

Things between you and Lewis after Abu Dhabi hadn't gotten worse. You just talked far less than you normally did. You barely argued with each other anymore. It was disconcerting to say the least. Especially now that you were struggling to match Max's pace, always coming second or third as per the instructions of your engineer. For a moment you thought, what was the point of winning if you weren't going to win again?

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You were still determined. Beating your own teammate would be hard. But you weren't a stranger to the idea. You had spent years trying to beat Lewis while purposely being the support for him to win. They were two actions they didn't go together but it had happened.

That being said, the venture was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. In fact, it had caused a full collision with Lewis in the first lap of the Qatar Grand Prix.

You were so focused on beating Max you hadn't taken a second to look around you.

"What the fuck was that?" Lewis' voice invaded the air as he barged into your driver's room, ridden with sweat and still in his racing gear.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't see you. It was my fault. End of story," You told him curtly, not really wanting talk to Lewis any further.

"Damn right, you didn't see me. You could've taken me or anyone out! Are you so fucking stuck up your ass that you couldn't see me?" Lewis asked incredulously.

You scoffed at his accusation. It was true. But you didn't like when the truth fell from his lips... especially not when they sounded like that.

"Lewis, drop it. No one got hurt. Let's just move on okay?" You queried, annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Why? Can't handle the truth, L/N?" He laughed gently, almost mocking you. "Right... you were always like that."

You snapped your head towards him, raising a sharp brow. "Excuse me?" You spat as if to say he was becoming dangerously close to crossing a line he did not want to cross.

Lewis folded his arms, shrugging nonchalantly. "What? You don't like the truth. It's simple. I told you that you need to be stronger because you're too soft-hearted. And you hated that. And now that I'm telling you that you're selfish, you obviously can't handle it."

"Oh my God, you are one to talk. Lewis, you are so blinded by your arrogance that you can't see anyone else win. That's why you can't accept that I won right?"

"Not Abu Dhabi, aga–"

"Yes, Lewis, Abu Dhabi again. You are so fucking sour about losing that even when the hate targeted me, you let it. You let them say that my win was due to race and gender. Me, Lewis, out of all people, me."

No matter your differences, you had stuck up for Lewis on many accounts when it came to the FIA, 'fans', and haters. But he wasn't there for you.

You could see dark expression fall onto Lewis' face. "That's not true, Y/N."

"Then what was it Lewis?" You flailed your hands in exasperation. "Because you sure as hell didn't come to my aid."

"Because you didn't deserve it!"

You blinked blankly, arms falling to your side. Your mind took a minute to process the words that had fallen from his lips in mere seconds.

Lewis' face dropped as realisation struck him. What the fuck did he just say? "Y/N, I–"

"Get out," You grumbled.

Lewis did a double-take on the fresh line of tears accumulating on your waterline. He took a step closer to you, hands reaching out. "No, no, no, Y/N, I–" But your words made him stop.

"Lewis, get the fuck out of here before I start screaming like the bitch everyone thinks I am."

You watched Lewis return his hands to the side, clenching his jaw tightly as he made way to the door of your room. He stopped briefly, hesitating to open the door, taking one last glance at you before leaving.

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Four days.

You had pondered in deep thought for four days. And after 72 hours, one thing had become obvious to you.

Lewis wasn't with you or any of the other drivers. He was still in 2021, right where you had left him. Not a second had gone by for Lewis where he hadn't thought about Abu Dhabi.

What if he had just pushed for Bono and Toto to get him in that pit lane?

What if he had veered the car a little to the side and you didn't overtake him?

Lewis was still reliving the worst moment of his career and his life and everyone had moved on. Sure, every fan and commentator talked about it time to time. But it was something of the past.

To say you didn't deserve your championship title... you had heard it from several 'fans' and insignificant others. But to hear it from Lewis? It fucking killed you.

You cared about his opinion more than anyone in the world. And he knew that.

You would've never said anything as shitty as that to him or anyone for that matter.

You had worked your ass off to get to F1. Fuck, you had won F2 two fucking times because no one was willing to let a girl on their team... into a man's sport. Every driver worked hard to a certain degree. But you were a girl who didn't grow up with the means of driving yourself to your death every day. If everyone worked hard, you had worked ten times harder.

Everyone knew that you and Lewis had fought. And by the looks of it, they also knew it was far worse than your normal fights. You wouldn't look at him, you refused to speak to him, you spent minimal time in the same room, you had even paid your media fines in full to avoid everyone...

Max had even become some sort of bodyguard, telling Lewis to turn back around when he neared the Red Bull garage.

All of this protection, and yet, he had still found you in your favourite place. The one you both came to when you needed to become level-headed. The top stand of any empty Grand Prix, in this case the México Grand Prix, where the air felt a little bit cooler against your heated skin and you could think for even it was for just a second.

You sucked in a sharp breath, seeing Lewis in your periphery while you were firmly seated. He looked nervous, chewing on his bottom lip and taking cautious glances at you.

"Hey," Lewis greeted, making you raise a brow at his lame entrance.

You forced yourself to look at the rest of the empty seats in front of you. "Hey," You mumbled back, trying to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth.

An unsettling silence enveloped the both of you. You were sure Lewis was here to apologise. But you could also tell he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not in a selfish way. But in the most guiltiest way possible.

You sighed. "How are you?" You asked gently, peeking out of the corner of your eye.

Lewis winced at your question. Leave it up to you to still be this kind after what he had said to you. "Sorry. I'm so so sorry," He rasped, voice raw with the pain that had been gnawing away at him ever since those god forbidden words had left his mouth.

You nodded slowly, taking another deep breath. "I know you're going to call me soft-hearted but what you said really fucking hurt, Lew," You jested with a brief smile.

Lewis grimaced at your poor humour, before his ears perked up at the old nickname you had given him when you first started getting on each other's nerves. "I know. I'm an idiot for saying something like that. Or that you're soft-hearted. You've worked so hard for all of this. You absolutely deserve everything and that win was only the first of many, I'm a hundred percent sure of it. Your Dutch shortie doesn't really know what's coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile after huffing in amusement at his diss towards Max. "Thank you," you told him earnestly. "Although, I am quite positive he is like almost ten centimetres taller than you. But, thanks anyways."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Have you seen me? You don't think I give off tall energy?"

"You mean tall in insults?" You joked, grinning at the blank look on Lewis' face.

Lewis sighed. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean any of it. And by 'it', I mean all of the insults and fights. I was just disappointed in myself. Even more so that I didn't stand up for you. I'm so sorry."

You drew your eyebrows together, turning your body to face him. Confusion filled you. "Then why did you say it at all?"

"I–" Lewis blew out a small laugh. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Lewis, can you not see me dying here? Like a whole kitchen set of knives in my back?" You deadpanned.

Lewis rolled his eyes again. So dramatic.

He brought his hands together, staring at you briefly before looking at the empty stand. "Well, obviously, I heard of you before you joined Mercedes. I thought it was ridiculous that you had to get two F2 championships to get a seat, but anyways, I digress. Toto told me, he was considering you even though you had never been in the junior team.

And I remember just being so fucking jealous of you. Toto was consumed by you. He and Horner had been fighting for your seat for so long and now that they finally had an open seat, it was chaos. Toto won, obviously. And then we met each other in person for the first time and I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

You felt your heart begin to race and your skin heat at the sudden proclamation. "You... you what?"

Lewis smoothly glossed over the compliment. "And then we had our first quali together and you beat me. You got pole on your first race. So you were talented and beautiful. A crime, might I add.

And so when you came to tell me, you were so excited with all your talent and beauty, I was pissed. Because out of all things in the world, I had gotten an amazing competitor I was bound to feel for. I thought that by saying you were soft-hearted and all, it would get on your bad side and it would make me less attracted to you. It didn't. It got worse while it got easier to pretend to hate you."

You blinked blankly at him, cheeks aflame. Lewis Hamilton liked you. Your stupid teammate? The same one who's eighth championship you arguably took? "I'm sorry... hold up, we've been fighting for years because I'm a hot, talented, gifted, smart driver and you're a simp?"

Lewis squinted his brown eyes at you. "I did not include all those adjectives."

"I mean... that's basically what you said," You shrugged, flickering your eyes to the setting sun.

Where did all the damn cool air go? You wondered, pressing your hands to your flushed cheeks and feeling your soft palm absorb the molten lava known as your skin.

Lewis chuckled, picking up your flustered reaction quickly. He watched as you suddenly stood up. "Okay, well I'm... I'm going to meet Hugh and find a way to beat Max. See ya!"

Lewis paused, grabbing your wrist. "Wait? What? You aren't going comment about what I just said?"

You eyed his hold on your wrist: it was searing you. You turned to him, lowering your head to meet his gaze. You briefly looked down at his lips before looking back up. "I think I prefer hating you."

Lewis felt you press your lips on his cheek before walking past him. He watched your retreating figure, your kiss feeling heavy on his face, putting him right where you had left him: absolutely and utterly smitten.

#mickyschumacher #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic

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wordsarelife · 7 months ago

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—hits different

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader

summary: isaac and you both like each other, it just takes some time for you to realize that the other does as well..

warnings: underage drinking

notes: this should've been posted yesterday.. i'm so sorry

"have any of you seen y/n?" isaacs voice beamed off the walls of the large room and both derek and scott turned their heads so sudden, he wondered if he had just interrupted something.

"y/n?" scott wondered "haven't seen her since school"

"well, obviously she's not here" derek exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and isaac sighed.

"i know" he stretched "i just wondered if any of you knew where exactly she is" he widened his eyes to make a point, which was answered with another eye roll from derek and a shrug from scott. "well, thank you for all the help. i'll go find her myself then"

"she might be hanging out with stiles" scott said as isaac was already walking out of the door.

despite scott being not sure, isaac decided that it did not hurt to drive to stiles' house and have a look for himself. he often found you in the company of the boy, which sometimes made him wonder if there was going more than friendship between the both of you.

he stopped the car before stiles house and got out, walking up the front porch and knocking on the door.

"hey" stiles exclaimed when he swung open the door.

"hey" isaac greeted "i'm looking for y/n" he explained, before he tried to take a look inside "is she here?"

stile shook his head "no, she mentioned something about a club, and some other friend that was going with her"

"huh" isaac nodded, with a tight-lipped smile. "thats kind of weird of her, isn't it?"

stiles just shrugged his shoulders and isaac nodded finally.

"okay, ehm, thanks man"

"sure" stiles nodded with a tightlipped smile, at the lack of movement from isaac, he raised his brows "is there still something i can help you with?"

"uh, yeah" isaac smiled uncomfortably "what's the name of the club?"

"the sinema, i guess" stiles replied shrugging "it's the only club around here"

"yeah, right" isaac raised his arm, lazily waving goodbye, before he walked back to his car.

"is there one story that does not involve isaac lahey?" your friend, amy, loudly asked your, trying to be heard over the music.

"sorry" you replied "we're just very close"

"yeah, yeah" amy nodded her head, having heard enough of the boy in the last hour "that's exactly why you're gonna get drunk out of your mind and forget all about him"

"i'm not sure that's how it works" you noted.

"well it does in my books" amy furrowed her brows, holding the tequila shot in your direction.

you took the glass, admitting that you couldn't think of a better solution yourself, so it couldn't hurt to try hers. anything to get your mind of the blonde boy was greatly appreciated.

the night passed by quickly, you were a drunken mess, slurring about everything and anything.

"you know what i find weird?" you asked amy, both of you laying in the sitting booth of the club.

"no, what?" amy replied, a giggle breaking out between her lips. you joined into her laughter, unable to contain yourself, before you quickly shook your head, focusing back on the matter you were trying to discuss.

"well, scott said that isaac doesn't fancy kylie" you began, rolling your eyes at the name of the girl. at the same time you felt kind of bad, she hadn't done anything to you and yet here you were, saying her name like she had ran over your dog. "but if that's true, why is he always sending her these fuck me eyes?"

"fuck me eyes?" amy repeated, giggling once again "i'm not sure that's a thing, honey"

"i'm sure it is, i've seen it first-hand from stiles to lydia"

amy laughed even louder amidst the fact that you had spied on other people to prove your point.

"i think that's just stiles personally" she shrugged.

the thing about being drunk was that there was no way to direct any feelings, when you were drunk, your mood shifted like you were sitting on a roller coaster.

"can you please take this seriously?" you asked, your tone etched in annoyance and frustration.

"but you're being ridiculous" amy shook her head and you sat up, crossing your arms.

"i'm not trying to be" you muttered, the first tears escaping your eyes.

"y/n, sweetheart" amy cooed, sitting up as well and dropping an arm around your shoulder. "don't cry about him again please" you felt bad that it was your fault that the mood had shifted so drastically. both of you had so much fun all night and now you had gone and spoiled the mood.

"sorry" you cried. "i just miss isaac so much and i wish that he would miss me too whenever we're not together"

unbeknownst to you, isaac did miss you just as much as you were missing him.

"excuse me?" the bouncer turned around, raising his brows at the boy that was absolutely not dressed like he was going clubbing.

"what?" the man asked, watching the blonde boy expectingly.

"i was searching for my friend" isaac explained "she's about this tall" he held a hand up, before he continued to describe the color and length of your hair, what you were probably wearing and how your voice sounded "she's really pretty, really nice, most of the time at least" he ended his description.

the bouncer, who was ready to turn the boy away with an annoyed 'do you think i know everyone inside?', paused, when he noticed two girls stumbling out of the entrance. "that her?" he asked, pointing a finger in their direction.

"wow" isaac muttered impressed, before he nodded "yeah, thanks man" he patted the bouncer's shoulder, before he walked up to amy and you.

"isaac" you slurred as you recognized the boy behind amy.

"yeah, yeah" amy nodded "we already discussed him, honey"

"no" you shook your head, pointing again "isaac!"

amy almost sighed in relief when she noticed the boy approaching. even though she had the same amount of tequila shots as you, she had calmed down a bit and was way less drunk than you. she could handle alcohol much better than you anyway.

"hey" isaac smiled with a lopsided grin.

"isaac!" you slurred once again and the blonde boy laughed at your excitement.

"do you think you could take her home?" amy asked "my boyfriend just came and we want to stay a bit longer. i'd invite the both of you along, but i think y/n's had enough"

"of course" isaac nodded "no problem"

"thank you" amy smiled gratefully, before she hugged you goodbye and pointed her boyfriend out to isaac, so he was sure she was not alone waiting for him.

"bye!" you slurred in her direction as she took off.

isaac watched you in silent amusement. "let's go home, yeah?" he smiled and you nodded, your eyes already halfway closed.

he helped you to the car, all while you put on a tremendous rendition of taylor swifts 'love story'. you missed half the lyrics and weren't singing the right notes, but isaac didn't mind.

"pretty good" he complimented laughing once your singing had been finished.

"thank you, isaac" you smiled at him, dragging out his name. "your name is so beautiful" you smiled before you repeated pronouncing it slower every time.

the sunlight streamed through the window, hitting your face and waking you up with an unpleasant grogginess. your head throbbed, and your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. slowly, you opened your eyes and glanced around, realizing you were in your own bed. relief washed over you briefly before flashes of the previous night trickled back.

you remembered the club, the tequila shots, and then… isaac. you groaned, hiding your face in the pillow, trying to bury the embarrassing memories. what had you said to him? something about his name being beautiful. you cringed inwardly. you could not remember his answer, nor anything that happened after.

a sudden noise from the front door made you sit up abruptly, the room spinning a little from the movement. you steadied yourself, listening. someone was trying to come into the house. your heart raced as you quickly oustretched your hand, reaching for your phone on the bedside table.

"amy?" you whispered as soon as you friend had picked up.

"y/n?" amy wondered. you could tell that she had just woken up herself, her voice almost breaking. "who's that?" another voice asked and you could imagine henry, amy's boyfriend, laying next to her, confusion evident on his face.

"it's y/n" amy whispered harshly, before her mouth was closer to the phone again. "what is it, honey? it's the middle of the night"

"it's past eleven" you whispered harshly "and someones trying to break into the house"

"what?" you couldn't see what she was doing, but imagined she was sitting up in bed, due to all the noise she was making.

"someone's breaking in" you repeated.

"shit" amy said worriedly "okay, it's alright, henry can come and—“

before she could finish, the front door flew open. you quickly slipped onto the ground so you could hide behind the bed. "too late" your voice was a pitch higher as you basically screamed in a whisper "they're inside"

"shit, shit, shit" you could hear rushed movements on the other side of the phone "get up, idiot" amy screamed at henry (you assumed) "our friend is getting murdered"

"amy" even after all the years at the side of scott and stiles and every bad situation they had gotten themselves in, you had never been so scared before.

"it's alright, babe" amy tried to sound calming, but failed miserably "we're coming to help you"

"y/n?" a voice called and steps neared your bedroom. you couldn't help the sigh of relief escaping your lips.

"are you dead?" amy screamed and you held the phone away, your ears ringing from the loudness of her voice. "did they find you?"

"well if they didn't before, they would have now" you muttered "i'm alright, it's just isaac"

isaac opened the door, just as you had finished speaking. you raised your hand, waving at him and he walked around the bed, eyebrows furrowed.

"i'll call you back later" you said into the phone, ending the call before amy was able to say anything else.

"so, what are you doing, exactly?" isaac asked, amusement sounding through his voice.

"i thought someone was trying to break in" you shrugged, you saw no sense in lying.

"oh sorry" isaac scratched the back of his neck "i didn't mean to scare you, you asked me to stay yesterday, so i slept on the couch and went to grab some breakfast for us"

"oh god" you held your hand in your hands, not being able to look at him "i can't even remember half the car ride yesterday, let alone anything that followed after" you looked down and only noticed now that you were wearing a pyjama.

"you changed yourself" isaac quickly said as he noticed the worry on your face "you asked me to give you a pyjama and changed while i waited in the hallway"

"sorry" you shook your head "i shouldn't have assumed—“

"no, no" isaac quickly interrupted "it's fine, please don't apologize"

you stood up and both of you were now standing in front of each other. "did i say something embarrassing yesterday?" you asked. you weren't sure if you wanted an answer to that, but you had to know.

isaac smiled. "well, you told me that my name was beautiful, which no one has done before, so it's greatly appreciated"

"that's it?" you wondered.

"eh, no" isaac looked a bit uncomfortable now and your smile died down.

"did i say something inappropriate?" your eyes widened "did i say something that made you uncomfortable?"

"no, but" isaac looked out of the window behind you, his cheeks reddening more and more "you said that you really really liked me"

your eyes widened even more and you looked down in embarrassment. "oh my god, i'm so—" you paused, remembering a very important detail from the night before "wait, why were you at the club yesterday?"

isaac laughed. "i was searching for you, actually" he admitted.

"oh really?" you smiled up at him.

"yeah" isaac shrugged "that's also why i stayed even though i live three minutes away, because i really really like you too"

a wave of relief and something warmer washed over you. isaac's words took a moment to sink in, and when they did, your heart fluttered.

"you... you like me?" you repeated, hardly believing what you were hearing.

isaac nodded, his cheeks still tinged with a light blush. "yeah, i do. i have for a while now, but i didn't know how to tell you. when stiles said you were at the club last night, i thought it was the perfect chance to see you."

you couldn't help but smile, the nervousness in your stomach slowly turning into excitement. "you asked stiles where i was?"

"yeah" isaac shrugged, laughing "i thought you were with him, because i always thought there was something going on between the two of you"

"oh, isaac" you shook your head "that couldn't be more wrong. as i said last night: i like you and only you. stiles is like a brother to me, i couldn't never even, no—ew"

isaac giggled, before he stepped closer, his expression softening. "i'm glad we finally got that out in the open."

you nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building. "so, what now?"

isaac's lopsided grin returned. "how about we start with breakfast? i got your favorite from the bakery down the street."

your stomach growled at the mention of food, and you laughed. "that sounds perfect."

#teen wolf isaac #isaac lahey #teen wolf isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf pack x reader #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #lizzys1kfollowercelebration #lizzysthousandfollowerspecial #hitsdifferent #taylor swift #midnights

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axnqel · 3 days ago

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❥ late night cuddles.. ౨ৎ

─ pairing .ᐟ dealer!chris x fem!softie!reader

─ synopsis .ᐟ hanging out with your dealer turns into some late night cuddling

─ word count .ᐟ 763 words

─ content warning .ᐟ smoking, rest is pure fluff!

you had always been a sweet girl, a goody two-shoes, but when your friends introduced you to christopher sturniolo—their favorite dealer—you mayy have changed.. just a tiny bit

you started small at first, smoking pre-rolled joints as a little joke, wanting to see how it would feel like; lets just say it became more of a habit than a little joke.

you and chris would meet up somewhere, talk for a few, you'd pay for the joints, and you would smoke 'em together in his white mustang. it became a little routine for you both—a way to wind down after a long week.

── .✦

○ 10:56pm..

windows were rolled down, smoke surrounded you both, and laughter filling the quiet, but comforting atmosphere of the empty parking lot. you and chris were having your usual yapping sesh, passing a joint, which he generously let you smoke without pay. chris was in the driver seat, with the joint held between his index and middle finger as he exhaled a puff of smoke, continuing his random talk.

"c'mon ma, doesnt 'baffoon' sound like sum kinda monkey?" he looks over at you in the passenger seat with his half-lidded bloodshot eyes.. that man looked so stoned outta his mind that it elicited a soft chuckle from you before you responded to his dumb question.

"sure chris," you sarcastically say before letting out a quick yawn. you were tired as hell and chris knew of it.

"y'want me to drive you home? swear 'm sober enough to drive" chris passed you the joint as you reluctantly nodded. you obviously didnt trust him behind the wheel, but you didnt want to hear his whining the whole way to your place. and without another word, he put the car to drive and started making his way to the apartment complex which you had lived in. just 6 months of knowing each other and chris had the way to your place memorized with all the driving back and forth from his place to yours.

── .✦

○ 11:15pm..

both of you raided your room once you two both entered your apartment building, plopping your tired bodies onto the blanket-covered bed, taking in the lingering smell of chocolate chip cookies you had made hours prior. your eyes closed as your body relaxed, but a feeling of movement on the bed caused your eyes to flick open once more. chris had gotten up from the bed, grabbing his black leather jacket from the bed to leave.

"why are ya leavin''?" you look up at chris and tug on his arm. you were very clingy when high; thats for sure. so when chris would decide to leave you all alone when high, you would always attempt to find a way to make him stay even for just a couple of minutes. "c'monn, stayyyy" you whined.

"ma, i got deals to do tomorrow, i cant be all tired and groggy, lookin' like a zombie when i got a whole bunch of customers f'me" you give him a playful pout and continue to nag him about staying, until he finally agreed. chris had a sorta soft spot for you, i guess—all of your mutual friends would tease him about it, saying hes "in love" and that he "soo whipped" for you. of course you never believed them, i mean why would a 21 year old man who looked like that and had rows of women running after him would like someone like you? youre not anything special!

chris quickly got situated once more, dropping the leather jacket on some chair in your room and throwing himself back onto your bed. his large arms found themselves around your waist. "y'know, youre always so clingy when high," he teased as his fingers traced along the hem of your white lace tank top. his body was warm and comforting as your head rested on his chest which rose and fell steadily. "like a fuckin' koala" he continued and you softly giggled. his voice was so calm and soothing, you loved it. his left hand parted from your waist as traced along your cheek.

chris' voice filled the silence in the room. his hands grazing against your soft skin as your eyes had soon started feeling heavier. you closed your eyes and his voice soothed you to sleep.. he liked this, having you fall asleep in his arms like that. you liked it, being able to feel as comfortable as that with someone. these little late night cuddle moments you two had every one in a while made everything better..

─ written with love, sealed with a kiss, yoki ❤︎

─ y speaks .ᐟ soo this is my first time ACTUALLY writing so its ass, i know..

#yoki's writings #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolos #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo blurb #blurbs #drabbles #x reader #fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets

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d33pd3sire-blog · 10 months ago

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A Kiss A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

PSA: this is my first fanfiction in a decade, pls be gentle <3

Warnings: Could be kinda smutty if you squint. Injury (nothing explicit). Dom Emily. No use of Y/N!

Context: Reader gets hurt in the field. Once Emily knew you were going to be okay, she gave you the silent treatment. No talking, no glances, nothing the whole ride home from the hospital.

As you both stand at the front door of your apartment, Emily is rummaging through her bag to find her keys. Neither of you have spoken in a few hours, both of you as stubborn as the other. After a few seconds of Emily struggling to find her keys, you huff and pull yours out, unlocking the door. You put your arm out to let her go first, but instead, she grabs your arm and drags you in.

Emily takes you to the bedroom to make sure your bandages are still okay. As she undress you slightly you get a little frustrated from the silence.

'Em, will you please say something?' you sigh.

'No.' She says, without looking up at you.

'The doctor said you have to stay off of your leg for at least a week. You're going to follow the doctors orders, correct? Or are you going to ignore them like always?' Emilys tone meant she wasn't even slightly amused.

You open your mouth to argue something back but decide against it. You choose the gaslighting route and bite your lip. 'It's really not that bad..'

'Don't.' She spits, not falling for that. 'You will follow the doctors orders.' She rewraps the bandage.

'Understood?'

The dominance radiating from Emily is intoxicating, you start to enjoy this side of her. You look up at her, as if in a trance.

'Is that an order?" you bite your lip, looking at her through your eyelashes.

She raises an eyebrow at you for a moment. Considering what way she wants to take this. 'Thats an order. You will rest until the Doctor says you're okay. Got it?'

You tap your chin in an over exaggerate way, as if you're thinking for a second. You give a cheesy grin and then adds 'Ill do it on one condition.' You take her hand and sit both of you down on the couch.

'Oh?' As she sits, she crosses her arms and stares for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at you.

You tilt your head slightly, looking from Emilys lips to her eyes again. 'Kiss me?'

She blushes slightly at the request and clears her throat, trying to stand her ground. 'You're going to follow the doctors orders in exchange for a kiss?' She asks, making sure she heard you right.

You know what you're doing to her.

'Well, maybe a few kisses to keep me in check for the next week.' You lean closer to her, you can feel her breath on your lips. 'Its up to you.' You smile.

Emily lets out a soft sigh, fighting the urge to have you right here and now. She leans a little closer, mad at you for turning the attention away from your injury. Her mind is racing, she wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her.

Before you knew it, her hand was resting on your neck and her lips had landed on yours. You melt into her touch, her hand placement driving you crazy. Emily notices this and deepens the kiss, leading to a moan escaping your mouth.

Your moan was enough to get Emily's blood rushing. She holds the back of your head gently, as she moves to get into a better-

'Ah shit!' you hiss, the movement from Emily causing a sharp pain from your leg.

The unexpected jump from you getting hurt pulled Emily out of the trance. She looks at you full of worry and looks down, checking your leg. 'Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Im so sorry!' You can see her mind is going to the worst places first.

'Babe, babe, its okay. Im okay, it was nothing' You try to hide your pain and give her a small kiss. She hesitantly returns it.

'I love that you care,' you smile at her and start to play with her shirt.

Emily rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smile at your statement. 'I'll be here everyday to make sure you're not on that thing. Okay?'

The idea of your girlfriend being here everyday to give you kisses makes your heart swell. 'They do say a kiss a day keeps the Doctor away.. Or something like that.' You both laugh a little.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds x reader #bau #emily prentiss fanfiction #agent prentiss #emily prentiss criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #dom x sub #smut?#fluff

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junipers-archive · 2 years ago

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And They Were Roommates

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, some more fluff and a kiss? You confront Spencer about your relationship status after Penelope informs you of everyone's belief of you being more than roommates :)

(Prompt from this challenged by @imagining-in-the-margins)

You were at the coffee shop nearest to the apartment, desperately trying to find a pick me up. It was 6:30am...a new record for you. Seeing as your roommate and best-friend Spencer hadn't alerted you that you guys ran out of coffee at home, you were now standing in what you deem the longest line in the world you'd ever seen for coffee.

Then again it was one of the first times you'd been up this early to see people who actually got up early. It'd only been 10 minutes but you swore if you didn't get your daily caffeine boost soon you'd start to shut down.

The line was moving at snail pace so you decided to see what the problem was, only to catch a Penelope Garcia with 8 coffees in her arms, trying to balance her way out of the crowd.

Fortunately for her, Spencer had introduced you to the team a few months ago after they'd wanted to see where he lived and he was essentially peer-pressured in showing them by Derek. You'd been given a 5-minute notice at the late hour of 11pm and to this day are still making him pay on movie-nights where you got to choose the film.

You were torn between helping Penelope and staying in your spot in line, but seeing as you remembered how kind she had been and she was about to drop all that coffee, you took pity. Rushing over and calling her name,

"Penelope, you need some help there?"

"ah!-oh hi Y/n, sorry you scared me for a moment! And yes please."

You took one of the trays of coffee from her, holding her purse around your other arm. "Not that I mind helping, but why all the coffee?"

"Well" She was now wobbling over to a table that was just freed up by a couple, talking to you while placing her many belongings on it,

"Sometimes, I like to get up really early and get coffee for the team, cause you know the coffee at work sucks and I'm sure Spencer's already alerted you, but someone's been stealing the curate cups from the kitchen!"

You now placed the tray you had been carrying on the table as well,

"No...uh Spencer doesn't exactly talk about his job much, we usually just talk about other stuff"

She looked surprised at this, "Really? I thought he'd be more open about what he does with his girlfriend. But I guess thats just Spencer."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. "I-I'm sorry, did you say girlfriend?"

"Well, I mean yeah, you live together, he talks about you all the time, and when we went over you two just had so much chemistry we all just assumed-" she stopped talking as she saw the growing disbelief on your face, "I-I just- I'm sorry are you not dating?"

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless.

I mean sure you liked Spencer, he was one of your best-friends and you did live together and yea maybe you had feelings for him. But could other people see it too?

I mean, it made sense, now that you thought about it, you two were practically never seen apart, having roomate-movie-nights, going on consistent 'friend-dates', eating almost every meal together and getting each other gifts for holidays, even sometimes falling asleep in each others beds when you both got black-out drunk on occasion...

Were you dating?

Penelope had taken your silence as her cue to leave, gathering her things, but you had another idea, one that wouldn't leave you overthinking for the rest of the day.

"Wait- I- I'll help you! I mean you can't carry this all yourself!"

"Thank you" she smiled " but you're sure you don't have anywhere to be?"

"Not a place in the world." You would just call in sick today, you thought.

On the drive to the BAU as you talked to Penelope who you found was alluringly talkative, you also realized you might not even be able to get into the building. When you asked she waved her hand, shooing away your worries it seemed as she explained that as long as you weren't a spy you'd be fine for staying a couple minutes since she had clearence.

The topic of Spencer didn't come up again.

Once you got there and helped Penelope up to the office you caught sight of your roommate sitting at his desk. Excusing yourself, you began walking over, It was more decorated than you assumed, containing his adorable action figure favorites and small trinkets you'd given him over the years. And as you got closer you even found he had a picture of the two of you posing at a theme park you'd forced him to go to with you.

He saw you before you were closer, standing himself up as well.

"Y/n? What-What're you doing here?"

"Are we dating?"god you needed to get a filter, but you were really curious.

He sputtered at that, which admittedly made you smile, "I-uh-Who-did Garcia?-What?"

By pure instinct you grabbed his face so he had to look at you now, as he had a habit of looking down when nervous.

You asked him once more,

"Doctor Spencer Reid Are you dating me?"

You could feel him blush against your palms as he answered,

"Uhm...do you want me to be dating you?"

You don't know what had gotten into you that morning, but the next thing you did surprised both of you, pulling him closer as his hands circled your waist hesitantly and you kissed him.

It was soft at first, almost gentle in the way the both of you were nervous, but eventually he deepened it, grabbing one side of your face, the other circling your waist completely now as you arms came to rest around his shoulders.

When you both had to finally come up for air you breathed out your more than obvious response, "yes."

And while you both grinning like idiots at one another, Penelope was adamantly taking photos of the two of you for your wedding which she had already informed Spencer was to be on October 31 of next year.

You never even noticed you didn't get your coffee, knowing you were now with the Dr.Spencer Reid was enough of a pick-me-up to last you a lifetime.

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guksvault · 2 months ago

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

06- Same Old Song

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: alcohol consumption, readers parents being awful, Tae & his parents being just as bad, brief mention of a panic attack, jk is still an ass :(, jk <3s titties, titty fucking, oral (m), cumplay, finger sucking! um! i think thats it??

!minorsdni!

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It was a little surprising that Valerie wanted to leave the party this early. Sure, it was 4:30 a.m., but you’d never seen her leave before you. She was always one of the last to leave, sometimes even crashing for the night when she’d had a little too much to drink.

“Already?” You glanced at Val, tilting your head toward the drinks table. You weren’t ready to leave yet, still entertaining the thought of maybe sneaking in a round two with Jungkook.

That was until your gaze drifted past Valerie’s head, landing on Jungkook, his tongue tangled in some redhead’s mouth, the girl comfortably perched on his lap.

Fucking prick.

Not that you had any real expectations of Jungkook. He didn't owe you loyalty, and you weren't asking for it. But it had only been 7 minutes since he'd been balls deep inside you upstairs.

Again, fucking prick.

Your gaze flicked to Valerie, and you linked your arm with hers, nodding quietly. Walking toward the door, you could feel Jungkook's eyes on you as the redhead kissed down his neck, replacing the marks you had left with her own.

The streets are quiet as you both walk down them, the morning sky clocking on for shift work. Birds sitting along powerline's watching you and Valerie breathe in fresh air and adjust to the blue tint of the sky compared to the flashing red lights inside.

"You good Val?"

Valerie was quiet, her usual bubbly, overconfident demeanor noticeably subdued. Her gaze was focused on her feet as she walked beside you.

“Jungkook isn’t a good guy, Bee,” she said softly, finally looking up at you. A half smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

You let out a small laugh through your nose, looked at her and see that her face showed more concern than her voice had.

“I mean it, Bee,” she continued, her tone more serious now. “He has no interest in anyone but himself. He’s not a good person.”

“Why are you telling me this? I’m basically the president of the Jungkook hate club.” You laughed lightly, the sound almost ironic. You already knew these things. His actions after he had his way with you only proved Valerie’s point—and yours too.

Valerie stopped walking, grabbing your hand and offering you a weak smile.

“Yeah, well, I also know a ‘Jungkook afterglow’ when I see one.”

You press your lips together, close your eyes and scrunch your nose in embarrassment that your orgasm had painted you with a big 'JUNGKOOK FUCKED ME' across your forehead.

Then, Valerie's words echo in your mind. I know what it looks like when someone fucks Jungkook. Had she fucked him? Had you just ruined things with your only real girlfriend by sleeping with her man?

"Val... you and Jungkook, are you-did I just... fuck something up? Oh god, Val-"

She laughs, flicking your forehead and shaking your shoulders. "You're a fucking idiot."

“Bee, no! I’ve never slept with him—ew. I’ve just had to console way too many crying, drunk girls after they’ve seen him take someone else up those stairs.”

Oh god, you can finally breathe again. Your shoulders, which you hadn’t realised were tense, drop in relief.

“Anyways, this is me.” Valerie’s voice softens as she nods towards the small, rundown apartment complex. “You wanna stay?”

You shake your head. You’ve got brunch with your parents at the Kim’s house in a few hours, and you’re planning to use the drive home to sleep off your regret.

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Your stomach was fucking turning, twisting itself into knots. You would’ve blamed it on the abomination of a drink Jimin had poured you last night, but that wasn’t the real culprit.

What really had your stomach flipping was watching Taehyung’s parents proudly show you their family heirloom engagement ring. A beautiful gold diamond piece, passed down through generations. Too bad you’d been leaning more toward silver jewelry these days.

Also, too bad you weren’t marrying their son. Let alone even dating him. Your mother must have caught the pure look of disgust on your face as she gently placed her hand on Taehyung’s mother’s, admiring the ring.

“Oh, it’s just gorgeous. Isn’t it, honey? So beautiful,” your mother mused, her hand slipping to your lower back and giving it a subtle tap, as if reminding you to play along.

“Yeah, yeah. Super pretty,” you feigned a smile, your insides twisting even more.

“You should try it on!” Taehyung’s mother beamed, her fingers easily sliding the gold ring off her own hand and over her knuckles, holding it out to you with a proud smile.

“Oh! Yes, she would be honored,” your mother replied for you, a little too quickly.

You shot a quick glance at your mother, feeling a wave of panic rising in your chest. “Oh, really. No, thank you though, but, that’s really— I’m okay, thank you,” you said, holding up your hands defensively, almost as if the ring were a weapon.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Mrs. Kim laughed, not at all deterred by your clear discomfort. “Who knows, maybe it will be yours one day. Give me your hand.” She smiled at you, the kind of smile that was so warm you almost felt bad for wanting to escape the situation.

You hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. Mrs. Kim had always been so sweet to you—except when she wasn’t trying to push you into a marriage with her son. You sighed inwardly, knowing there was no way to avoid this.

Taehyung caught your eyes, his gaze steady, before he nodded and took the ring from his mother's hand. "If I'm lucky enough," he said, all a little rehearsed, slipping his fingers around yours and placing the ring on your left hand.

You sucked in a deep breath, your heart pounding as the cold metal slid onto your finger. It felt like you were being suffocated, and all you wanted to do was scream, grab the ring, and shove it up Taehyung's perfect little perky ass. Not only did God give assholes pretty faces, but nice asses, too.

As if on cue, both mothers called the fathers over from the balcony, where they'd been puffing away on cigars, and the small crowd of them quickly surrounded you. Each one of them complimenting you, inspecting the ring. You could feel their eyes all over you, suffocating you with their expectations, their approval.

Your chest felt like it started to swell, like the air in your lungs had become thick smoke. The scene in front of you slightly blurring, the sound of their oo's and aa's tuning in and out as if you were underwater. Your hands slightly starting to sweat and shake, your knees following quickly after.

You hadn’t felt this kind of panic since you were six years old, sitting alone on the school steps, waiting for your parents to pick you up, only to realize they’d forgotten. That same suffocating sensation was creeping up on you now, but it was worse. It was heavier. You couldn’t breathe.

Your free hand, grabbed the band, yanked it off your finger, and shoved it into Taehyung’s mother’s hands with an urgency that startled everyone.

“Shit, stop. Fuck, please just stop.”

Their jaws dropped, your father hissing your name through his teeth.

You shook your head, barely glancing at Taehyung’s mother as you bowed slightly, an attempt at apology. And then you bolted.

You took the stairs two at a time, your heart pounding, until you reached the safety of your room. Slamming the door shut behind you, you locked it with trembling hands.

“Oh, I’m so incredibly sorry about that. She’s just been so emotional lately.”

You could hear your mother’s voice, the fake apology dripping from her words. Always so quick to protect the image.

“Oh, nevermind! I’m sure she was just overwhelmed with the possibility of her dreams coming true, she will come around.”

Their conversation continued, murmuring about how perfect the ring suited you, how it would make them so happy to have it passed down to you, to see their family legacy continue with the “perfect” match.

If you hadn’t been so nauseous, you might have actually screamed. Thankfully, your phone sat on your bed vibrates, distracting you momentarily from the chaos.

| 1:27pm

yoongles: Dinner at Chim's. You down?

| 1:27pm

You: booze?

| 1:29pm

yoongles: Dumb question Bee.

| 1:30pm

yoongles: Jimin said bring some 'rich people drinks that will get legless' or ur eating the scraps x

| 1:32pm

You: see u then x

You had changed out of the flowy pastel floral dress you had been encouraged to wear. Swapped it out for a pair of black jeans and a baggy tee tucked into them.

You pulled your vanity chair to your closet, on your tippy toes to rummage around the back of your closet with your hand to try and feel for a bottle you had stashed.

Your ex boyfriend had gifted it to you a year ago on your birthday, Remy Martin Louis XII Cognac. A $7,000 birthday present he had pulled from his ass as an apology for missing your party.

You had vowed to smash it in front him the next time you saw him for fucking your best friend just a few days later. Taking it to the slums of Daegu and drinking it with a bunch of people who he would never be caught dead around, felt like a much sweeter revenge.

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You had arrived in Daegu an hour earlier than you needed to. The air felt safer here. You took the extra time to walk around, people-watching. Sundays in Daegu actually felt like Sundays—slow, calm, and peaceful.

You walked into Chim’s, greeted Jimin’s father, whom you had met a few times before, and made your way to the back booths where the boys always sat. The restaurant was fairly busy—couples and friends grilling their own meat, pouring shots of cheap soju into shot glasses, laughing with one another.

“Bee in Daegu while the sun is still up? Shoot me dead,” Joon teased, downing a shot of soju.

The group welcomed you—some offering awkward fist bumps, others just a simple “hello”—except for Jungkook. Yoongi slid down the booth, forcing Jimin beside him to make space for you.

“You hold up your end of the deal, Bee?” Jimin joked, but his eyes practically pleaded, please, please, pleeeease.

You reached into your handbag, pulling out the rounded bottle with scalloped edges and placing it squarely in the middle of the table.

“Here, you absolute parasite.”

"Bee, I was expecting, like, a bottle of Grey Goose or Chardonnay. Not a 7 Grand bottle of fucking Cognac."

The rest of the boy's jaws had dropped as Yoongi unneededly announced the price tag of the bottle.

"Seven fucking grand? Fuck Bee, you're leathal." Hoseok grinned as he snapped photos at every angle.

“Daddy gon’ give you a spanking for stealing this one,” Joon laughed, only to be met with disgusted scrunches from the rest of the group. “No, no, like, her actual dad. Not me. I’m not daddy. Fuck off.”

“Yeah, still fucking weird, Joon,” you gagged at him, standing up and leaning over the table to delicately remove the stopper from the bottle.

You poured the liquid into each of their cups, and your own, warning them to drink it slowly as soon as you saw Jungkook reaching for his to shoot it.

Yoongi, however, swirled the liquid around in his glass, bringing it to his nose. You watched closely, almost certain you could see the memories he was reliving in his mind flash before your eyes too.

On the opposite side of the table sits Jungkook. He takes a sip of the cognac, letting the notes of honey and nutmeg dance across his tongue. He wonders if drinking something this expensive is just another part of your normal.

He watches as you sip your own glass, chasing it with shots of soju between bites of grilled pork belly, chatting with the group like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Joon updates you on his latest bottle garden project, and Jimin fills you in on the girl he’s been texting, all thanks to your wing-woman skills. Jungkook rolls his eyes when Jimin jokes that you should find someone for him, too.

“Eh, looks like he’s got that one all figured out on his own, huh?” You tease, popping a piece of meat into your mouth and glancing at Jungkook.

Jungkook scoffs lightly and shrugs. “Should’ve seen the bird I pulled last night in the bathroom—tits like a—”

You extend your foot under the table, nudging his shin hard enough for him to feel it. A silent warning. Shut the fuck up.

He quickly swallows the rest of his sentence, glancing at you before shrugging and sipping his drink. He doesn’t push it any further. You didn’t want to know his thoughts on your body—nor did you want to know if he was actually referring to the girl he’d been making out with on the couch after he had his way with you.

“Tits like a model, that’s what he told me about bathroom girl. Wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it.” Joon laughed, shaking his head.

Fucking prick. Bathroom girl? Prick, prick, prick.

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The party had just started picking up at the House of Balloons for their Sunday Sesh. Still a party, just toned down. The music wasn’t as loud, Hoseok got to spend most of the night away from his booth and with his friends, the crowd was smaller but still alive.

You were sitting close to Hoseok, leaning into his side with his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as he scrolled through his phone, showing you a folder of photos he had collected titled “Stray Cats Doing Straynge Things.”

A whole collection of photos of cats he had spotted around town. This carefree, gentle soul was exactly what had drawn you to him a few weeks ago. A man who had been handed a shit pile of cards, and instead of asking someone to reshuffle, he made them his own flush.

Jimin had taken his own party up to his room as soon as the girl who had him whipped arrived.

Joon was outside, checking on his DIY bottle garden when he heard the sound of something smashing—probably some drunk idiot stumbling around.

Yoongi had taken over the DJ booth tonight, testing out new instrumentals he’d been working on. The alternative beats vibrated off the walls, setting the mood for the night.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was slouched on his usual couch, a girl beside him rambling on about his tattoos. "Yeah, did that one myself. Yep, that one too. And yeah, fuck, that one as well."

He wonders what you'd look like with a pretty little tattoo. Wonders if you'd ever let him ink you. Maybe he'd tattoo your ass—or close to your tits, just to get another look at them.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting himself at the thought of your body. It doesn't help that you're sitting across from him, your cleavage on full display, your shirt falling loose around your chest as you lean forward to grab a shot from the coffee table.

Fucking tits. The one weakness of Jeon Jungkook. He stands up, mutters an excuse, and heads upstairs. He needs to fucking cool down or fuck his hand.

It’s a surprise to both you and Jungkook when you let yourself into his room without knocking. Etiquette had never been something either of you had bothered with when it came to each other.

Jungkook is sitting at the edge of his bed, hand pressed against his sweats that holds his hardening cock.

“Fuck—Ain’t ever heard of knocking?” His ears flush red as he stands up, clearly flustered.

“Didn’t knock when I was trying to pee last night. What goes around, comes around, Jungkook.” You step into his room, closing the door behind you, your eyes darting around the space.

A double bed against the wall, a small gaming setup, and street signs—definitely stolen—decorating the walls. A little diffuser by his bed fills the air with hints of chamomile, casting a soft blue hue across the room. Surprisingly clean.

“Such a boy,” you murmur, toying with one of the figurines on his dresser.

"Can you fuck off?" Jungkook mutters, walking over to you and snatching the toy (which he would happily argue isn't a toy) from your hands, placing it back in its rightful spot.

"So you can touch yourself?" You taunt, voice low and teasing. You're not stupid-you saw him sitting on his bed with his hand over his crotch. And you definitely saw him eye-fucking your tits.

"Fuck off, D.D. I ain't having a wank. Just needed some air that hasn’t been poisoned by you."

You hum softly in response, already used to Jungkook’s little lies. It’s become a pattern you picked up on the second time you met him. When you gave him a cigarette, he claimed he hated it, but his lies are always followed by that small twitch of his nose and the way his eyes dart to something beside or behind you—never meeting yours.

He watches as you step closer, your fingers brushing lightly over his desk, touching his things. His tongue flicks out, wetting his bottom lip, his gaze never leaving you now. He can smell you, feel the heat radiating off your skin, and notices the glitter on your cheekbone, catching the soft glow of the diffuser’s light.

“Is that what you were doing? Going to get off?” Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, as your fingers play with another figurine on his desk.

“Would you have preferred me to do it downstairs on the couch?” His tone mirrors yours, low and steady, his eyes scanning you like he’s memorising every detail. He notices how the gold jewelry you used to wear has been replaced with silver, how the pink tint of your lips has deepened into something more muted.

You look up at him, your finger catching the chain around his neck, gently pulling it out from beneath the neck of his shirt, fingers absently fiddling with it before letting it settle in place.

“I would’ve watched.”

Fuckin' hell.

Your hand slowly travels down his chest, making its way to his stomach. Considering the amount of alcohol he consumes, he probably should have a little beer belly, but it's toned. Firm. Just like his cock when your hand softly presses against his bulge over his sweatpants

Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, his hand coming to meet yours and directs it inside his pants.

Your fingers wrap around his cock, slowly pumping his hardening cock. His head falls back slightly, lets out a low groan.

"Fuck- Keep goin', keep fuckin' going."

You pump him as you guide him back to the edge of the bed, lower yourself to your knees as he sits after ridding himself of his pants.

You lick your lips as Jungkook's cock presses against his stomach in front of you, your thumb softly glides over the tip and collects the small leak and use it to lubricate his cock.

You continue pumping, leaning up on your knees and mimic Jungkook's actions on you last night back onto him. You let a drop of spit leave your mouth and fall onto the head of his cock.

You spread the spit, keeping your eyes on Jungkook who's looking down at you in between his legs.

You lean your head down, take his cock into your mouth and begin to bob your head up and down, you take his length down your throat, gagging a little as you reach the base.

Jungkook can feel the muscles in your throat tense, tightening around him. He looks down at you and when he sees your glassy eyes flicker up to meet his, he thinks he could cum right here, right now.

"Fuck D.D. Ah-Shit" His thighs flex as your head gains pace, the feeling of your own little moans vibrating against his cock and lewd sounds of your wet mouth make his leg twitch slightly.

He wraps his hand around your throat softly, feels your muscles contorting each time his cock slides down it, he inches your head to look up at him.

"Tits. Let me fuck them? Fuck- Need to fuck them D.D." His voice so whiney, practically begging for it.

You slide this cock slowly out of your mouth, using your tongue to swirl around the tip a few times and Jungkook is sure the way you work your tongue you must use it to collect people's souls.

Your hands pull off your shirt, revealing a black lace bra that holds your tits in. He watches as your hands reach around your back and unclasp your bra and let it fall down your arms and throw it to the side.

"On your knees, on the bed." He whispers, his eyes not leaving your bare chest.

As you position yourself onto the edge of his bed, Jungkook can't help himself but to grab your tits himself. Squeezes them, pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers. Let's out a soft moan when you whine at the feeling.

He presses his cock against the middle of your chest, bites his lips as he watches you push your tits together to hold his cock. Lets out a spew of curses as he watches you let a drop of spit fall onto his cock.

He begins to thrust up into your tits, finding the right rhythm. His mouth is ajar as he watches his cock disappear into the flesh of your chest and peek out.

You think that the sight before you, Jungkook mouth open, letting his moans and curses fall from his pretty lips as he fucks into your chest should be illegal. Convinced you could cum from it.

His thrust become faster, looks at you and sticks two fingers into your mouth, desperate for more of you. Your tongue swirls around his digits, letting them out with a small pop only to take them back into your mouth.

"Fuck, Ah- Fuck, cumming." His head falls back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as his cock releases spurts of cum onto your chest.

His cock twitches between your tits as his release comes to an end, his chest panting. He lifts his head back up and looks at you. Fuckin' sin.

On your knees, your tits pushed around his cock painted in his seed, your lips still wrapped around his thick fingers.

"Don't move, got wipes in here somewhere." He slowly slides his cock out from your tits, his fingers too, smirks as he takes a second look at the mess he's made.

He pulls his pants back on and rummages through his bedside drawer, returns back in front of you. Tilts his head as if he's debating something internally.

He leans down onto one knee in front of you, holds his hands over yours that are holding your tits, leans inand takes your sensitive nipple into his mouth. Swirls his tongue and sucks. His tongue flattens against yours nipple and works his way upwards to coat his tongue in his own hot cum. Is quick back to his feet, his index finger lifts your head from under your chin and when you open your mouth, he presses his lips to yours.

Swirls his cum coated tongue around yours, moans exchanged into one another's mouths. His lips working against yours in a desperate kiss. Both of you letting small sounds exchange, breaths getting heavier. He pulls his head back and begins to use the wet wipe over your chest. Is gentle in the way he uses them against your skin, makes sure to not miss a spot, doesn’t let you clean yourself, is happy to do the work.

He makes his way to throw them into the small trashcan by his door, is slightly bummed when he turns back to see you with your shirt back on.

"Not gonna let me return the favor, D.D.?"

Jungkook steps toward you, his hand reaching out to pull at your shirt, his touch eager, but you shake your head, denying him.

"Goodnight, Jungkook," you say, your voice steady. "Thanks for cumming on my tits. Was very fun." A playful smile tugs at your lips, and you gently push a piece of his hair behind his ear, your fingers grazing his skin in a tender, almost mocking gesture.

You turn to leave, your footsteps soft as you make your exit.

Jungkook stands frozen, stunned. He's never been rejected like this before. Never had his desires unmet, never came without the satisfaction of giving the same in return. It's disorienting, this feeling of being left wanting, powerless.

But you didn't come up here for him. You didn't come to get off. You came to remind yourself of something, to prove a point:

Jungkook was not in control. You were.

You always have been. Since the moment you stepped into the House of Balloons.

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tsumuus · 5 months ago

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just a little bolin drabble thats been sitting in my drafts <3

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft scratching of your pen against paper and the occasional rustle of documents as you sifted through them. The soft glow of a lamp bathed the room in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the walls. Mako had gone to bed hours ago, and you were the only one still awake, pouring over the endless tasks that came with managing a pro-bending team.

The Fire Ferrets had a match in just a few days, and there were still so many loose ends to tie up. You were used to it by now, having taken on the role of unofficial manager for the brothers. You’d known Mako and Bolin since you were all kids, and when they’d started chasing their dreams of becoming pro-bending champions, you’d been there every step of the way, helping however you could.

You rubbed your tired eyes and leaned back in your chair, taking a deep breath. The work never seemed to end, but you didn’t mind. This was your way of helping, of supporting the boys who had become like family to you.

The front door creaked open, and you looked up, surprised to see Bolin slipping inside, his steps quiet as he tried not to wake Mako. His eyes widened when he saw you still up, papers strewn across the table in front of you.

“yn? What are you still doing up?” Bolin whispered, crossing the room to you, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief.

“Just finishing up some last-minute things for the match,” you replied with a tired smile. “I didn’t expect you to be out so late.”

Bolin shook his head, his brows furrowing as he took in the sight of you, clearly exhausted but still working tirelessly for him and his brother. “You’re too kind to us, you know that? You shouldn’t be overworking yourself like this.”

You laughed softly, waving him off. “You two would be lost without me. Besides, nothing you do could drive me away. I love you both too much.”

Bolin’s smile, bright and full of the warmth you adored, faltered ever so slightly, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place. You noticed the shift immediately, concern replacing your playful demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, setting your pen down. “You look tired. You should get some sleep. You need to stay healthy for the match.”

Bolin hesitated, his eyes flicking away from yours for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked back at you, something serious in his gaze. “It’s not that.”

You frowned, confused by his sudden change in mood. “What then?”

“It’s… it’s you.”

You blinked, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between you. “Me? What do you mean? Oh, I mean, it is late. I should probably head home, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“No, not that,” Bolin said quickly, shaking his head. He looked almost pained now, his hands fidgeting at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Bolin, what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me,” you said, your voice gentle, trying to coax whatever was bothering him out into the open.

He bit his lip, eyes searching yours as if looking for something- permission, reassurance, anything that would make what he was about to do less terrifying. “Please don’t hate me after this.”

“Hate you? Bolin, I could never hate you-”

Before you could finish, Bolin took a step forward, his hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a sudden, desperate kiss.

For a moment, you were too shocked to react, your mind trying to process the fact that Bolin- sweet, kind Bolin- was kissing you. But then, just as quickly as it had begun, he pulled away, his eyes wide with panic as he realized what he’d done.

“Oh no, oh spirits, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that- I shouldn’t have- ” Bolin’s words tumbled out, frantic and filled with regret, but before he could spiral any further, you silenced him by leaning in and kissing him back.

This time, the kiss was slow, deliberate, as if you were trying to convey something in the way your lips moved against his. When you finally pulled away, Bolin was staring at you, completely stunned, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“I… I have to go home,” you murmured, the reality of what you’d just done hitting you all at once. You stood up quickly, gathering your things with shaking hands, your mind racing.

“Wait- yn-” Bolin started, but you were already moving towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Goodnight, Bolin,” you said softly, giving him one last look before you slipped out of the apartment, leaving him standing there, frozen in place, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

As you walked home, the cool night air brushed against your skin, grounding you as your thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of confusion and excitement. Everything had changed in an instant, and your heart was still racing from the unexpected kiss. You didn’t know what this would mean for you and Bolin, or even for your friendship, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that had settled in your chest. The future felt uncertain, but instead of fear, there was a flicker of hope- a possibility that this unexpected turn might lead to something new, something beautiful. For now, you let that hope carry you through the quiet streets, your mind replaying the moment that had just altered everything.

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a/n bolin i legit my husband guys i cant😫 this has been sitting in my drafts for so long i just never knew if i wanted to post it or not bc idrk how i feel about it lolz but here yall go lol. idk if any of y'all are lok fans like me but i wanna write more for bolin, and other atla and lok characters

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montimer · 8 months ago

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Hello, could you write for btas Joker and g/n reader with romantic/fluff head cannons! Please and thank you!

Joker x reader

Gn!reader,romantic/fluff hc,btasver,a bit yandere

Sitting on the couch, watching cartoons with him. One of his hand is around you. Its one of his favourite things to do for quality time.

Or reading comic books. He likes these 'old' fashioned stuff. And if you have a favourite cartoon/character/comic he would love to talk about them. He could listen to you for hours.

He loves when its just the both of you. No henchmen bothering ya'll (he would yell at them if they would anyway).

He also loves when your attention is on him only. He tend to get jealous easily, even if its just you talking to someone. So if you value this persons life, reassure him that you have eyes only for him.

Kiss him, pet his head, cuddle him, compliment and praise him. It gets him so soft and he'll be like pudding in ur hands.

His way of affection is countless. He can bring you a box of chocolate with flowers, teddy bear or ur favourite animal plush. Or he could make a bloody mess of his enemies and show it to you, trying to impress you.

He kisses you, pinches ur cheeks, gives you big hugs. Snuggles close to you and caresses ur hair.

He tries to write poems for you but kinda fails (its more just words put together, flirt, or a riddle sounding thingy)

He draws hearts for you.

He definitely has pictures of you and is proud of the fact you're his.

The first time he fell for you, in his mind you were already his and anyone who even looks at you weird must pay.

He plans dates for you. He dresses up in that big jacket and hat in his so ppl won't really notice him. In this way the two of you can have a nice night. Or if he just goes to a bar or casino he won't even have to hide in costumes.

He can drive cars so thats a plan too.

He shows his love in any way he can. In words, in actions, in whatever else.

He sees if you like something and he'll get it for you. Anything to make his darling happy.

Talking of darling he calls you nicknames like: sweetie,toots,lovely,my love, dear,honey. All those pretty nicknames.

He will make up new plans and would like to hear ur opinion on them. He will also tell you lots of jokes, might even threw a pie at ur face or a harmless water spraying flower.

Theres nothing he likes to hear more than ur laugh and giggles.

Hes like a hopeless romantic. A simp even.

#the joker #joker #joker x reader #the joker x reader #the joker x gn reader #joker x gn reader #animated joker #btas joker x reader #btas joker

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wileys-russo · 6 months ago

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i have LOTS of questions so i decided to write them all at once (hope you don’t mind)😭

1. where do they go to their first vacation? i can imagine eli being okay with it but how do ale, alba, mapi and ingrid react? i can imagine alba and mapi being like all calm and like “ahh just let them be young and have fun” and alexia and ingrid all stressed out thinking about everything that could go wrong😭

2. not a question but kind of a question? (and also this is more for @girlgenius1111 but since she is recovering from surgery and you will have free time i decided to write to you) but, I need a fic with fresa is looking after scout. like is this happening when fresa and sol still don’t know each other (and mapi just asks fresa to look after scout for sol)? like when they met while mapi was giving fresa the car tattoo? and is sol still incredibly shy when handing over scout? like when they first met? or are they friends already? or maybe even girlfriends? i NEED to know the tea!!

3. do you know the olive theory? like the one that hates olives and the other that loves them so they take them? (in the end both hate olives) is this applicable to sol and fresa (maybe with other foods)??

4 what is their absolute favorite thing to watch together? and similarly do they show each other some cliché Tv shows in spanish/norwegian? (in my country we have a tv show called family affairs and tbh it’s the cringiest thing i have ever seen, and if i ever have a girlfriend this is the first thing i am going to show her because she NEEDS to experience the cringe of other cultures)

5. who is the one to wake up super early and who is to one to go to sleep at an ungodly hour?

6. another question that very much involves @girlgenius1111 but let’s suppose that sol makes up with her mom and wants to meet with her, how does fresa react? is she super protective? is she supportive? is she a mix of both? does she freak out? is she ready to take out box gloves and beat everyone?

7. once again the opinion of the queen herself @girlgenius1111 is needed but how does sol react to finding out that the relationship between fresa and alexia/alba is very stranded? obviously sol likes alexia but she doesn’t know her on a personal level super well, what does she do when she finds out that it’s not as perfect as it seems? that they may have more in common that she initially thought? the same goes for fresa finding out about sol’s relationship with ingrid, like it’s different but in some ways very similar. i suppose both feel very abandoned? how do they get through that?

ok i have even more questions but i need to stop now or i may yap till the end of the day. anyway sorry for such a long ask. feel free to not answer (if i were you i would just ignore this tbh) or “not answering, find out later” is just as acceptable. whatever you feel like tbh!!!

anyway i love this story that you and k! have created together, you both are very special writers and i VERY much appreciate what you do and write, anyway take care and lots of love🍓☀️❤️ (if anything i have written doesn’t make sense i had a bottle of wine and my first language isn’t english😭)

idk if it counts as a vacation but early on into knowing one another but not yet quite dating they go to madrid together alone for a concert! you are absolutely correct lmao alba and mapi help them get their train tickets and drive them to the station, meanwhile alexia and ingrid are too busy stressing they're too young to go alone and they'll wind up kidnapped or something dramatic

K and I were talking about this literally yesterday and trying to work out a timeline for all the blurb ideas we have for Sol and Fres + how it all ties into filling the void and family line! but yes fresa looks after scout for a week (he comes to stay with her and Eli) when Sol goes to Norway with Ingrid and Mapi, but thats after they've been dating for awhile. the first time Fresa meets Scout its before she even realises she likes Sol, but Sol is shocked at how much Scout seems to love Fresa (aka dog whisperer putellas)

they actually both like pickles on burgers but pretend not to when they think the other doesn't, so neither of them end up eating the pickles despite actually having a mutual love for them (same goes for olives)

mmm i don't know a whole lot about tv shows outside of where i'm from but i imagine both Sol and Fres have a mutual love of trashy reality tv shows. specifically the kardashians and any sort of dating show like love island, too hot to handle etc. they both spend the entire time complaining about how awful the show is but also, never miss an episode. they also love to binge true crime dramas together, and Fresa loves medical programs but she knows she can't watch them around Sol because Sol faints at even the slightest sign of blood

Fresa is a morning person (Alexia's influence) and Sol is a night owl!

Fresa is very cautious how she speaks about Sol and Ingrids mum, obviously she knows whats happened and it breaks her heart that anyone could treat such a perfect human like that. but she also knows theres parts of Sol that still love her mum and Fresa doesn't want to go too hard on the 'your mum is such a piece of shit for treating you like that' train and upset her girlfriend. so she lets Sol take the lead in conversations about her mum and is careful how she responds!

By the time Sol and Fresa start to properly interact its after everything has gone down between Fresa and her sisters and they're well on track back to being as close as they used to be. But when Sol first opens up to Fresa about how she ended up in Spain living with her sister and the strains of their relationship early on in her stay, Fresa opens up about her own struggles with that and they bond over it. Fresa is a lot more forthcoming with information but Sol doesn't trust as easily so it takes a little longer for Fresa to really understand the extent of the struggles in her life when she lived in Norway thank you for all of these they really made me (and K) think!! i know some people might think its stupid to go so in depth about creating a life for a made up character but it really is a fun escape and i love creating Fresa's little universe, and its nice to write about a wholesome queer teenage relationship because they get done so dirty in tv shows most of the time! 🍓🍓 @girlgenius1111

#answered asks #🍓☀️

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mclarengf · 1 year ago

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thinking about… max verstappen taking care of you when you’re drunk

note: this blurb came to me as i was taking my makeup off after my bday celebrations yesterday and then i was like ‘good golly, imagine if i had a hot f1 bf here with me rn’ and at first i thought alex but thats soooo obvious so here’s wee maxypoos

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you’re really drunk. max is well aware of this fact.

the two of you are halfway up the stairs. your arm is slung across max’s back; he is holding your heels in one hand and supporting you with the other.

he’d offered to swap shoes with you properly, eyeing your heels in the club and stating that he could probably fit in them. max is also drunk, of course, but he’s higher-functioning than you, which is why he’s in charge now.

it’s your birthday though, and max isn’t one to prematurely put an end to your celebrations, or let you wake up the next day complaining about your drunken uselessness, so actually, half the blame is on him too.

jimmy meows at you both condescendingly as you pass him, sat in front of your bedroom door. sassy had greeted you when you first came stumbling into the house, then ran off to avoid being trod on accidentally.

when you arrive in the bathroom, max sits you on the edge of the tub, trusting you enough to at least keep your balance here.

he pulls open the drawer under the sink and you hear bottles clink as they’re turned and fiddled with, max trying to read each label.

“here, close your eyes.”

he finally turns around with a wet cotton pad in his hand, pushing his sleeves up as he steps towards you. drunk you still has enough wits to have doubts about max’s capabilities, but you’re so tired, and it’ll probably still be easier for him to fuck up and then fix it, than for you to poke your eye out cause you fell asleep halfway through wiping off your mascara.

when he finally presses the cotton pad to your skin, he’s gentler than you’d expected. his thumb pushes your eyebrow up to pull your eyelid tauter so your makeup remover doesn’t find its way into your eyeball, and he’s quick to catch any drips that do potentially threaten your vision.

once he’s done with that eye, he moves onto the other, repeating each step just as carefully as before, slow movements picking up all the eye makeup he had watched you apply only a couple hours earlier. you don’t know if max realises, but he’s singing something under his breath as he goes. it’s really nice, a comforting tune. you must have heard it before somewhere, but your drunk mind doesn’t entirely care enough to dwell on the question.

you hum at him when he asks if you’re still awake, and tell him not to bother with trying to replicate your whole nighttime routine, because all you want now is sleep.

he finishes your pampering by misting your face lightly and holding your chin up as he applies your lip balm, “all done, schatje.”

“thank you, baby,” you mumble, leaning up towards him for a kiss, “mm, love you so much.”

max decides to leave your shoes in the bathroom to be tomorrow’s problem, and leads you back to your bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. jimmy’s already slipped in through the crack; turning the ceiling light on reveals he’s found a new hiding spot on top of the dresser.

he’s happy to unzip you and help you step out of your dress, and even happier to see you pull one of his shirts over your head to sleep in. max loves all the small things that show you’re his; wearing his clothes, driving his cars, trusting him to always get you home safely.

“did you have fun today?” he asks, once you’re both in bed and he’s reaching over to turn the light off.

you nod sleepily.

“thank you for surprising me. that was really nice of you, maxie.”

he wraps an arm around you and settles your head on his chest. your legs are twisted together underneath the sheets, as they always are; his free hand starts running through your hair absentmindedly.

“did you see when daniel was dancing on the table? it was very funny. i will show you the video tomorrow,” he promises, “and then we can make fun of him together.”

max’s lisp is more prominent when he’s had a few, all his sibilants bunching up at the front of his mouth. you tell him this, semi-coherently.

he laughs, and then whispers for you to go to sleep.

“happy birthday, liefje.”

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coffee-ground-bones · 8 months ago

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thinking about how differently i simp for characters.

aventurine, dazai, and scaramouche rambles, all lowercase written in 1st person POV

with aventurine i want to caress his face and pepper it with kisses until his mask falls and he turns into a blushing mess. i want to cuddle with him while watching a movie and play with his hair and call out the plot ahead of time. i want to drive to the local coffee shop and find a nice table where we both work on our shit, even though i cant have caffeine and he would rather have whiskey. i want to spend hours in his arms when im upset and i want him to spend hours in mine, as many as he desires (although i hope the tear filled ones would be few, not out of repression but out of those troubles being healed)

then theres dazai. i want to choke him but i dont know if its in a kinky way or in a murder way. its probably both. i want to walk around with a fond smirk as he does the most stupid shit and i make fun of him for it. i want to flick his forehead even though hes a bit too tall for that to work out lol. i want him to kiss the back of my hand and ask for a double suicide so i can say "yes! i just have a few things to clean up first, does 80 years from now work for you?". i want to get to know the people he cares about and the people who care about him so we can all make fun of him but love him in the end.

i want scaramouche to call me insignificant, to degrade me to tears with his words and love me to tears with his actions. i want to hear his thoughts and privately tell him "thats not very nice, kuni" and get into a small married couple spat. i want him to rant to me about how someone is completely wrong about something and teach me all the intricate details of his point. i want to give him all the bitter foods and for him to give me all the sweets, together we can eat anything our way and wont have any leftovers in the pantry or fridge.

im sure im missing more, and i left out the more... sexual thoughts, but there are so many of those. this is just what came to mind:)

#aventurine x reader #scaramouche x reader #dazai x reader #i love them dearly #i gosh i shouldve talked about rei sakuma and sampo and gojo and–#most of them would leave me for a man tbh.#but theyre fictional and i can do what i want soooooo

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romancefranaticstay · 10 months ago

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Jealousy Jealousy

Felix x fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff

Just wanted to make a one-shot short story

Love you all!

xoxo

Rachel

(by the way, mine requests are open, so ask whatever you want!)

You were making your way at the grocery store, when you accidently bumped into someone. It was a boy, maybe a better word is a man. He was quit tall, black hair, plump lips, and actually very attractive. The man was very friendly and started a conversation with you. You two kinda clicked at first sight. You were laughing at his jokes and blushing at his compliments, not knewing Felix was just watching you two with rage.

You could say that Felix was your personal stalker, even tho you didn't know he was your personal stalker. He was someone clingy, who always hugged you, who you met almost everywhere you went. It never came to mind he might be following you all day long.

Felix was angry, ofcourse not at you. You were his little princess. He was mad at that man. He couldn't deny that he was very handsome, but you were his. He would never let you go, where you went, he would keep an eye to you.

When he saw that you two exchanged phone numbers, he tried to cover his eyes. He couldn't look at you both. He doesn't want to look ever at these kinds of moments. He had an idea. An idea that would change your perspective on him, that would change both of your lifes. In a good way ofcourse.

You were leaving the grocery store, walking towards you car. Loading everything in the back of your car and driving off. Felix knew where you lived, so following you wasn't the biggest case on this moment. He waited for 3 minutes, and than he started his car and drive off. He drove a little bit further from your living place, so he wouldn't be suspicious.

He texted you something first. Just so you could think about him, for the next last hours in your house.

-Sunshine-

You always found it kind off strange he called you mon amor, but it was Felix. What does it matter?

-Me-

-Sunshine-

-Me-

<Hhahahha, goodnight sunny>

He knew there was a key, under a rock in your front garden. So it was easy to get in your house. Your house was very neat. He didn't even trip once. Luckily your stairs didn't make any sounds when you step on it. Silently he could reach your bedroomdoor.

There was still a light, so he decided to wait infront of you door. Suddenly you opened your door, but because your door opened to the right, you couldn't see him.

You went to the bathroom, to brush your teeth and do your skincare. Enough time for him to go towards you bedroom and hide under your bed. He was waiting for a while untill you came.

Maybe 30 minutes later you finally entered your bedroom again. You covered yourself with your cozy blankets. He could smell some of your rose body oil. You were scrolling a bit through instagram. Finally you did your lamp off and fell asleep.

He came out under your bed and stood for a moment still. He looked at you, how beautifull you looked. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to hug you and cuddle with you. He wanted to have you in his arms. But on this time he couldn't... yet.

He had a tissue with some smell on it, that smell could knock you off for some couple hours. He putted his hand on your cheek and whispered: First i've got to do this, honey.'

He putted the tissue on your nose, so you could smell everything and that it would be affective. He could see that it worked, because your arms felt more calmer and rested.

It didn't took him that long to bring you from your bedroom towards his car. He loved to have you in his arms. Your hair tickling his cheek. Your beautifull lips, everything was beautifull.

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You opened your eyes and yawned big. You looked around and your face went pale. This isn't mine bedroom, where am i?! What happend?! Did someone kidnap me?! You jumped out of the bed, but then Felix walked inside.

<You're up!>

<What... what am i doing here?!>

<Honey, relax>

<What-t>

<Stop... calling me that>

He walked closer to you, so close that your back bumped into the wall.

<Don't be, baby>

<Oh, no no no no, baby.>

He came closer, one hand he placed on the wall and the other on your cheek.

Your eyes started to tear up. His face went from serious to loveable.

<Don't cry, please, Y/N. I want you to be safe, with me, forever.>

He hugged you tightly, your tears felt on his blouse.

You felt something in your heart. A sudden feeling when you looked at him. You saw something in him you never saw before. You actually felt safe with him.

He tilted your chin up. His eyes were shining, just like the sun. He brought his lips on your. The kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue slipping a bit in your mouth.

Those words made your heart shrinck.

He leaded you on the bed and pinned you on the matress. He just kissed you full mouthed. Your hands were around his neck. You could feel every inch of him. Finally he seperated his lips. His arms went towards your waist and he hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him, you could feel his heart beat. You could smell his parfume. You wanted to stay like this forever.

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